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Current GM of World of Light. When it comes to writing, there's nothing I love more than imagination, engagement, and commitment. I'm always open to talk, suggestion, criticism, and collaboration. While I try to be as obliging, helpful, and courteous as possible, I have very little sympathy for ghosts, and anyone who'd like to string me along. Straightforwardness is all I ask for.

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Lilith’s Encroaching Shadow

Lvl 7 Sandalphon (51/70), Bowser Junior, Rika, Roland
Word Count: 4371



Having arrived via drilling up out of the ground, the koopa kids’ first point of interest in all this was not about Sandalphon’s history with this big lady, nor about whatever ‘number’ she had, but instead her choice of insult, which prompted Jr to ask ”What's a ‘shit’ supposed to be?”

Rika apparently didn’t need to know to start using it, yelling angrily ”Whatever it is, you're a big one! A big shit!” up at her, incredibly furious at being called little.

Roland, popping out of one of the blood vessels using his daggers, shook himself clean. He had just heard the conversation while getting the blood off, and with the two kids’ reply to a very basic word he had a bit of a think. He looked at the two ‘kids’, looked at Lilith, looked at the two again, then seemingly decided on something. ”No point in talking with someone who insults you like that, kids. Daddy might need to get out his belt for this naughty girl though.” Roland said, drawing his gun and firing upon Lilith, before going in with his lance using the bullets as cover. Having gotten to Emotion level 5, Roland got his final EGO, and while he couldn’t re-use the page he got on this floor, having used it at a poor time, the EGO was pretty good. Sword Sharpened by Tears. He’d have to wait for a good time to use this one though.

Though she averted her eyes from the gunfire, Lilith barely seemed bothered by the impact of the bullets against her, and Roland’s lance proved no more effective. As far as Roland could tell, either the demon boasted high defense, or just a massive pool of health. Only Sandalphon knew the answer: both were true. Lilith let go off her staff and began to float, casting dark magic that streamed upward. A blazing purple orb quickly swelled in size over everyone’s heads, tracking their movements with perfect accuracy. At the same time, Sandalphon opened fire from atop a blue tile. “Get out of melee range, or deadly puddles will block you off,” the archangel called to him, her tone sharp and authoritative. When Lilith spoke up to mock and mislead, Sandalphon simply talked over her, even using her sigil to speak straight into Roland’s ear. “Listen to me. Lilith’s specialty is strong, undodgeable, arena-wide attack spells. Only constant healing will get us through this.”

At that moment Candy Shower activated. The first orbs plummeted down, followed by two more per person shortly after. The team got only a fraction of a second to dodge each one, and when each orb struck the ground it left behind a field of purple flame twenty feet in diameter. Even knowing the timing, Sandalphon got clipped thanks to her slow roll, then quickly moved out of the flames before she could take any more damage. “Only once we break her wings can her beams be avoided,” she urged. She couldn’t offer any more advice than that for now though, as Lilith kept the pain train rolling with Crossing Candy. Enormous red and purple stripes spheres of solid sugar, easily ten feet tall apiece, appeared around the edges of the arena and began to roll around. Sandalphon managed to vault over one, then drift back down to the blue tile she’d made in order to continue firing. Still, the puddles left behind by Candy Shower limited everyone’s movement, and their uncoordinated placement would be a hazard for what came next.

Well, it limited the movement of the ground pounders anyway. After rocket boosting out of the way of the falling shots, Jr and Rika took to the skies in the former’s flying machine, actively using the updraft caused by the flames below to rise higher and faster. As they flew, the prince produced a subtle shimmering blue aura that glowed brighter around any weapons around it, such as the car itself, and the pile of them Rika had equipped.

Despite this boon, Rika’s rifle fire and Disruption Cannons shots against the priority target wings still didn’t do that much damage, though they did start stacking up a poison dot and inflict a temporary 20% damage debuff onto the foe.

”Hey Sandy! If you know what she does, do you know how we can bring the pain too?!” Jr called out, as he got them up and level with, but some way away from, the giant woman’s face.

“Elemental light, divine incantations or miracles!” the archangel called.

Roland wasn’t as phased by the magic orbs as Sandalphon nor Lilith would think. Granted the 10 foot tall candy boulders he couldn’t do anything about and would have to dodge, the homing orbs he could Counter and Clash with which he did using his hammer, canceling out the first two weak starter attacks and also canceling out the puddles they’d summon around him. Meaning only one puddle actually appeared or did any damage to him. And now having dealt damage to his team, Lilith had the mark of the Villain over her head, taking 20% more damage from everyone. ”I’ve got an idea how to ” Roland said.

Using the EGO he gained at Emotion level 5, the area temporarily changed into a starlit cityscape with swords sticking out of the ground, Roland donning a starry knight’s outfit and a long black sword. Contrary to what one might think, Roland only thrusted with the sword a few times as tear stained shockwaves came from the tip and ripped into Lilith from long range, dealing moderate damage, but bypassing Lilith’s defense.

”Although that's all I’ve got for a while.” Roland said, going back to his normal weapons as the cityscape stayed for only a few moments. ”Sandalphon , are all her attacks these low damaging AoE attacks? Well, besides the candy boulders…” While he couldn’t deflect the already placed AoEs, he could deflect the things that came after him or allies if he was fast enough that placed the AoEs, granted he could only save himself OR his allies, not both.

Before Sandalphon could say anything, Lilith answered the question for him. Two huge arrays of dark vortexes appeared on opposite sides of the ceiling, stretching all the way to the roof. As they built in intensity, the archangel sprinted toward one side as fast as her legs could carry her. The demon giggled. ”Let’s try for a little more agony this time, ‘kay?”

“Get out of the middle!” Sandalphon urged.

The next moment enormous dark lasers spewed out of each vortex, filling the arena with pitch black and blue radiance. Though each side didn’t extend all the way to the other, between both arrays lasers covered the whole battlefield, undodgeable. A single one chunked Sandalphon for almost half her life, but if anyone failed to avoid the center where the two arrays’ lasers overlapped, they would be on death’s door. By now the Candy Shower had ended, so the archangel steeled herself against the pain to heal her allies for 51% percent life with ripples of holy water–unless, of course, Junior and Rika had flown beyond its range. Lilith did not sit idle, however, and unleashed Accursed Shackles. The resulting Curse of Nihility wiped the Seekers’ buffs (including the extra regen from Angelic Praise), prevented new buffs’ application, and inflicted Creeping Corrosion, followed by a room-wide dark magic pulse.

When she felt that familiar burning sensation inside her, Sandalphon’s eyes became stress marks. She knew all too well that Creeping Corrosion would slowly sap everyone’s life, steadily growing stronger until the fight ended one way or another. She could reset its drain rate with enough healing, except that it also reduced recovery by 50%. It was a curse designed to counter her. “The path to victory is narrow,” she called to the others weakly. “You must heed me! Follow my lead to minimize damage, or I cannot sustain you! If you have dispel, use it!” Roland’s ‘Villain’ mark was a good start, but if nobody on her team could dispel Lilith’s five self-applied 10% defense buffs, this fight would take even longer.

Jr and Rika were indeed outside of Sandalphon’s range of support, and for some reason didn't pause to heal themselves with jrs magic. Instead they continued their charge forward they’d used to avoid being in the center.

Right on a collision course with Lilith’s.

Worse, jr didn't even have his hand on the wheel, instead shoving the butt of his paintbrush into it to hold their course while the hand that had been on them gripped the cables linking Rika’s back to her gauntlets.

Power charged in the brush, and then flowed from arm to arm I to the ship girl, who stood, one foot on the dashboard, fists raised and glowing with power.

Holy power.

”Wait for it, wait for it, now!” Jr cried as they got right up in their foes face, before both cried out “Sibling Strike Storm” in a way that totally wasn't aped from Ness.

Still, what followed certainly was a storm of strikes, as Rika unleashed a barrage of punches at the air, each one unleashing a shockwaveof stunning holy light which thundered like a divine smite.

After a dozen punches however the shopgirls gauntlets overloaded, and with the recoil of the blows no longer holding them back, they were on a collision course. jr had to awkwardly wrench the cars controlled to the side using only the but of his staff, while also holding onto his sister so she didn't fall as gravity took full effect on her without her gauntlets holding her up.

Roland meanwhile had dashed out of the AoE towards Sandalphon, making his way out of the worst of it but taking a hefty clip of damage himself. With this attack though, and the healing from it, the only thing Roland lost was a huge chunk of stagger. Well, he decided to assist the koopa kids with his own attack, pulling out his Tearblaster and blasting Lilith with a powerful gust of wind to see if that’d help open her up.

Left somewhat dazed by the holy knuckle sandswitch Rika served up, Lilith took a little damage from Roland’s Tearblaster, but wind paled in effectiveness to light, and she didn’t have any physical armor for the compressed air to blow away. Sandalphon, meanwhile, had to spend those vital few seconds setting up a new tile with a Cerulean Mirage. With Coordination Protocol rendered useless by Curse of Nihility, she was in Concentration Protocol in order to reuse her skills with Rapid Analysis, but there would be no skill use until she charged them via attacking. And thanks to the weakness gained from her fusion with Azure, her weapon’s trigger would only unlock as long as she stood on a blue tile, unless her allies acknowledged her as their leader. “Stay near me!” she called to others, her typically deadpan voice about as raised as it could get. “Let me heal you!”, While Roland listened, Unfortunately, her other allies had other plans.

”Quiet, you. Don’tcha know that everyone learns at their own pace?” Grinning, Lilith cast a spell. Two arrays of vortexes appeared in the arena behind her, at ten, eleven, one, and two o’clock, from floor to ceiling. At the same time, a ring appeared around Sandalphon, closing in fast.

The archangel’s eyes narrowed as her pupils became exclamation marks. “She’s going to trap me! You need to-” Just then the magic completed, and heavy lasers blasted across the arena, each one passing harmlessly through Lilith to slam against the far wall. Only the cardinal directions were safe, but a flame puddle from Candy Shower still covered the opening at six o’clock, rendering it unusable. Even if the Seekers scrambled for safety and didn’t sustain a laser -or multiple overlapping lasers- they would be separated by the huge beams. At the same time Sandalphon -who’d taken refuge at nine o’clock- became sealed in a Candy Prison, unable to move a muscle while inside the sphere of translucent sugar. Dark magic began to bubble up beneath the prison, slowly but steadily, as the lasers died down.

Lilith cackled at the sight of the helpless angel. ”Forget what I said before–I don’t mind sending you to hell first!”

Roland was tired of this girl just spamming coverage abilities, so before he did what he was going to do, he parried a laser headed his way with his two hander, before dashing towards Sandalphon and hacked away at her Candy prison with his daggers, gauntlets, and mace to break it apart. Unlike Lilith, it seemed to crack with relative ease. He’d finish his flurry with one final attack at Lilith, this time swapping to his paintbrush and conjuring his vengeful spirit out of ink which rushed at and attached itself to Lilith, silencing her while it tried to rip and tear at her. Unable to speak for the moment, the demon merely curled her lip, and resolved to trap Roland next time.

Having just barely avoided slamming into Lilith post team attack, Jr and Rika’s flight path took them unhelpfully away from Sandalphon and into the 12 o'clock position and, due to the massive bright lasers separating them and her, entirely blind to what had happened to her. Instead, they took the brief moment while the beams were going off to restock on resources, Jr using Lucid Dreaming to boost his MP, while Rika merely took a rest, restoring her SP while waiting for her gauntlets to reboot post team attack.

Rika also deployed her Ichor Queen striker, who charged up lightning into her massive cleaver, which it then thrust towards Lilith, unleashing a lighting bolt, once they got visibility of her again. They also got visibility of Sandalphon’s situation at last, giving them just a moment to intervene, which Jr did via slamming a button on the clown car’s controles, which caused a hatch at its mouth to open, revealing a cannon that then sent a flaming balloon sailing towards the candy prison.

Compared to all the non-holy hits landed so far, the lightning bolt worked surprisingly well against Lilith, and it kept her busy while the rest of the team worked to free Sandalphon. Thanks to Roland’s well-placed blows, the Sweet Prison fell apart a chunk at a time, and the balloon bomb from Junior once the lasers died down sealed the deal. With Roland’s focus on his vengeful spirit rather than pulling Sandalphon to safety, however, she got floored by the dark geyser that went off a moment after she escaped. Still, it could have been much worse. “My thanks.”

Sandalphon kept her eyes on Lilith, however, as the demon kicked off yet another tricky spell. Finally she made use of her staff, with colorful magic welling up around its head. Sandalphon cottoned on to her enemy’s Saccharine Stun right away, but the archangel knew that the solution to this problem would be even harder to coordinate than the last. “Pay attention to the shapes and their order,” she warned the others. A moment later three copies of Lilith’s staff appeared around her, and when Sandalphon saw the shape of the crystals adorning them, she practically barked out her next order. “Squares, stay away!” After another second, the staves exploded into powerful square-shaped blasts, all overlapping Lilith’s position. Contrary to what one might expect, though, Sandalphon began running toward the demon as the blasts died out and three new staves appeared with circular gems embedded in them. “Circles, medium range, away from the staves!” She hurried to a specific spot, then stopped just in time to avoid Lilith’s magic as the staves exploded with circles, accompanied by a thick ring around the outer third of the arena. That left just one possibility as a final set of staves appeared. “Triangles, get to Lilith!” By Sandalphon’s estimation, however, she was not fast enough to reach Lilith by the time the next blast went off. Instead she stood still to cast Angelic Wings and heal herself to the point where Saccharine Stun couldn’t kill her.

A moment after the last set of staffs went off, Lilith snapped her fingers, and three more giant candies appeared: a pyramid, a sphere, and a cube. ”Pucker up, sweet things! You’re in for one hell of a treat!”

”This is way too much! Stop spamming like that!” Jr demanded, as he put pedal to the metal to try and follow the Sandapon’s call out. Well, after getting blasted by the first one anyway, that was certainly a good incentive to listen to the adult in the room and to dance to her tune. Tyres burned on the arena floor as he powerslid the clowncar around, blue sparks flaring at his wheels that then converted into a boost that meant they’d make it.

To make sure that arrival hurt, the kid summoned Blodia, prompting a red metal fist the size of the giant woman to slam out of the air and into the foe.

As this slammed down, Rika used her restored SP to fire off a second 4 shot barrage of disruption cannons, the blobs sticking to the foe and reducing her damage output even more, though the first set of 4 were due to expire very soon.

Then she summoned Vichya's Black Lance to the hand she wasn’t using to hold onto the clown car’s side, pointing it forwards at their foe intending to joust the woman who she demanded ”stop trying to ruin sweets for me you big shit!”

Being an agile fighter, Roland had no problems keeping up with Sandapon’s call outs. He started to notice that this was kinda like a dance or a game, instead of actual combat. There were zones of safety, and things were being clearly telegraphed. This girl wouldn’t last long in the City, that's for sure if she was going to be this combination of arrogant and ineffective. Once her wave of dodgable attacks was over, Roland moved to hit Lilith with his hammer, then jumped back ready to Furioso. Speaking of strong attacks, some of his EGO should be ready soon and he could help pile on some serious damage.

For a brief moment Sandalphon was dismayed to hear such continued profanity from Rika. Lilith was clearly corrupting the youth! The more pertinent problem, however, was that neither the children nor Roland seemed to understand her last instruction about the order of the shapes. “The sweets!” Sandalphon called after the melee fighters as they attacked Lilith, gesturing toward the giant candies they’d passed right by. To try and show them what she meant she hastily attempted to fire at the cube, forgetting that her trigger was locked. It took a heroic effort to keep her composure at that point as she ran over to whack the cube with her staff. “Break the cube!” Whack! “Then the sphere!” Whack! “Then the pyramid!” Whack! Whack! “Hurry!”

By this point, though, the cube was vibrating noticeably, and the sphere had already begun to vibrate as well.

”The wha-” Jr started to call back, only for his question to be drowned out as a volley of torpedoes Rika had launched from the shield that was paired with her lance went off. That sort of was the problem, as between the screech of his tires as he tried to pivot their vehicle around, and Rika opening up with machine gun fire over his head, it was rather difficult to hear what was being said, and that was before you got the massive room filling magical attacks Lilith was putting out.

Still, the vibrating cube certainly looked dangerous once he got eyes on it, certainly more so that it had been passively floating there when he’d weaved between it and the others, and Sandalphon smacking at it was a pretty clear visual representation of what needed to be done.

”RIKA! HIT THAT THING!” he yelled over the girl’s gunfire, prompting her to move the barrel towards the crystal, reconsider given the resulting friendly fire, and to then instead use her bullet jump, maneuvering thrusters, and grappling hook to launch herself ahead of the clowns car, and to deliver a vaultbreaker boosted punch to it.

Lacking any way to kill her momentum, she instead used the other hand to splattershot the floor before her with ink, letting her slide across it and decelerate rather than stumble and fall.

Jr arrived a moment later, dropping off Sho the ninja striker to hack at it with electrical scythes, while he himself unleashed a burst of ”Holy!” magic that struck all the shapes and Lilith as well, though odds were the stun component of that spell would not be helping. Once focused, the cube went down easily enough, though only Sandalphon knew how close it had been to detonation and she wasn’t about to share–not when the others were fixing to blow as well. She went to make another Cerulean Mirage, then hesitated, doing mental math. After a second, she conjured a mirage by Lilith.

Roland meanwhile knew it was important to do what needed to be done in fights like this, failure to adhere to the weird abilities of their opponent would be foolish and Roland knew all about the weird guests that appeared in the Library. If the goal was to destroy these shapes in a specific order, then that's what he’d have to do. With Jr. and Rika taking out the first one and the second one looking like it was going to go as well, Roland had no choice but to hit it with his stocked up Furioso. In a rapid flurry of attacks using each of his used weapons, Roland hacked at the sphere.

While the sheer power of Furioso couldn’t be denied, the act of swapping between so many weapons to strike with each -and only starting after the cube’s destruction- meant that Roland’s efforts were doomed from the start. Not even two seconds into his attack, the spherical candy detonated in a tidal wave of molten sugar that washed across the arena and sent all four Seekers tumbling, badly scalded. Thanks to her weak constitution and defense, Sandalphon got it worst of all, but she’d steeled herself for this searing pain–and what had to happen next. At this point the pyramid’s detonation was guaranteed, and while the others might survive it on death’s door she certainly wouldn’t. Not like this, anyway. As the final candy began to swell, Lilith’s eyes alight with malicious glee, Sandalphon dropped her staff and clapped her hands together. “In Ilia’s name…”

The pyramid exploded in another wave of syrupy napalm, and the archangel disappeared in a flare of holy light. When the volcanic goo washed past her, the light dispersed to reveal a draconic angel with scales of onyx and marble, and radiant wings of light. “See the light!”

Lilith ground her teeth together, her delight replaced by frustration. ”That’s cheating!”

Sandalphon extended her arms, summoning huge arrays of light screens to either side, then cast them forward in a battering barrage. Each impact charged her skills, and after just a moment, it was ready to go. With the chunk of dragon energy that the blast from Caramelized Sweets took from her, she would have time for only one skill, so she meant to make this count. “Celestial Skewer!” By raising her hands she lifted up brilliant orbs of holy water, then hurled them at Lilith as spears. Thanks to Rapid Analysis, this also healed the team by forty-two percent, but after that the show was over, and Sandalphon returned to her human form, breathing heavily.

“Listen,” she told the others. “This is far from over. I will use my powers to mark locations to run to or targets to prioritize. We can do this. We just need to focus and adapt.”

Roland’s Furioso did not allow him to dodge the sphere blast just yet, and he got hit by the pyramid wave. While his health was fine thanks to Sandalphon, especially with her healing that would come, the problem right now was Roland was close to being staggered and there wasn’t anything she could do about that.

Rika was a touch preoccupied with sprinting towards the clown car she and her brother had been using to get around to reply, which was presently flipped upside down after being blown away. Grabbing a buckled axle, she lifted the machine up, revealing her (slightly dazed from tumbling) brother beneath it.

Much to Rika’s relief she seemed mostly fine, post Sandalphon healing, but his ride was anything but, the machine having taken the brunt of the damage and being more or less shot as a result.

”Urrgh, and I just had that fixed,” the prince complained after his sister had picked him up, used her grappling hook to retrieve his dropped paintbrush and prompted him to use Esuna to clear his dizziness.

With him sorted, Rika finally had time to ask ”What did those ‘mark’s you mentioned look like?” In reply, a screen in the shape of a triangle appeared in front of her, about a foot away from her head and positioned directly over Junior.

”Neat.”

When Lilith checked her wings, she found them still operational, but visibly wounded. She hissed and turned her attention back to the Seekers with a smarmy smile. “Okay, dipshits. You’ve officially made me mad. I’m gonna savor the sweet, sweet sound of you screaming, and this time there are no more second chances to save you!”
The Qliphoth - the Great Bole

Lvl 9 Goldlewis (69/90)
Sectonia’s @Archmage MC Pit’s @Yankee Ganondorf’s @Double
Word Count: 749


As much as Goldlewis wished he could stop and rest, he knew that the hollow where he and Geralt faced off with the Keepers would not be a safe place to recuperate. That brawl had been a messy one, and if the sounds of battle didn’t draw floodfested reinforcements from the demonic woodwork, the tremors that accompanied the misplaced basement’s demolition probably would. He figured that wherever he and the Witcher ended up would probably be just as or even more dangerous, but the chance of linking up with one of the Seeker’s healers was enough to make him push forward. While the two men were tough as nails, they could only go so far without someone to patch their wounds, after all. At the very least he’d probably be safe while pushing up through the xylem vein like a five-hundred-pound blood clot, even if it didn’t do much for his headache.

Ultimately, Goldlewis had very little control of where he ended up; after his initial separation from Sandalphon, he couldn’t even guarantee that he and Geralt would emerge in the same place. Like real veins, these ones branched in odd places, the xylem within flowing in any number of directions. He could only wait until his pressurized ascent slowed down, and the increasing translucence of the bloodstream’s tubular walls suggested a way out. Taking hold of his coffin, he pushed its spiked top through, then tore open an aperture large enough to see through. Sure enough, he could see what looked like a section of floor about twenty feet down. Right away he could tell that this area was very different from the claustrophobic hollow he emerged into previously, but Goldlewis didn’t have much of a choice. Better this than be stuck with nothing but open air or solid Qliphoth flesh on all sides. The veteran shoved the coffin out, then pushed off the tunica behind him and tumbled through after it.

He fell for a brief moment in a shower of xylem, then landed on a platform of murky red matter somewhere between meat and wood. To his horror it shook beneath his feet, less like a solid ground and more like an elevated catwalk, and a quick look around showed him why. Rather than a cavernous hollow in the Qliphoth substrate, he stood within an organic structure suspended from the roof of an immense open space within the demon tree’s trunk. It appeared to be an elaborate bell-shaped lattice, not too unlike an enormous, upside-down jungle gym, its walls threaded with a couple larger Qliphoth veins, and at its bottom hung three long, rectangular strips separated by strips of empty space. When the veteran tentatively approached the edge and looked down, he could see nothing but empty air for hundreds, perhaps thousands of feet. Just how high had that bloodstream taken him!? Goldlewis wasn’t typically one for vertigo, but a drop like that could make even him queasy.

Much to his relief, he wasn’t alone. A couple other Seekers had managed to find their way here, emerging from various veins around the arena. Even if Geralt wound up elsewhere, Goldlewis would find a staunch ally in Ganondorf, if not an agreeable one. He waved at the others. “Howdy!” the veteran hollered. “Good to see y’all made it! What I wouldn’t give for a li’l healin’ right now, though.”

At a deep, rumbling crackle, Goldlewis looked up sharply. The interior environment of the Qliphoth was so alien and so cluttered that it could be difficult to parse sometimes, but he could not mistake the massive shape floating down around the strange bell. It was huge, and like most things in this hellish place, a strange blend of unnatural flesh and demonic plant matter that would be shaped roughly like a horned helmet, were it not for the tentacles that branched from the sides and the skin-colored roots that dangled below. At its center gleamed a hellish red slit, fixated on Goldlewis like an evil eye as the behemoth hovered into the bell itself. With a nasty creaking its underside opened, causing red radiance to pour out like some infernal spotlight, and from inside the horror descended a titan of magic and carven stone. It landed even heavier than Goldlewis did, and the whole structure shuddered. Then it raised its four arms, rune-inscribed broadswords held high, and began to march.

The Qliphoth - Memory Zone

Lvl 14 Ms Fortune (119/140)
Midna’s @DracoLunaris Edelgard’s @MULTI_MEDIA_MAN Captain Falcon’s @Double
Word Count: 1117


Not for the first time, Nadia thanked her lucky stars that she’d ended up unfusing with the spirit of Rhodeia the Oceanid. That spirit had made her a lot more sensitive to the quality of the water around her, and she didn’t even want to think about the quality of the fluid flowing through the Qliphoth’s veins. Sandalphon had called this stuff something else, but to Nadia it really was indistinguishable from blood, from color and viscosity right down to the pungent coppery smell. She didn’t really want to consider any possibilities beyond the demon tree simply having blood for some reason. Hopefully it would prove to be a lot less disease-ridden than the wretched blood that flowed through the guts of the Under–the last thing she needed was another stop at a sanitarium.

Throughout the ride, the cat burglar had clung tight to the hand of her newest friend Emily. Reasoning that the currents in the Qliphoth’s veins could sweep the Seekers away and separate them, she’d chosen to take Emily’s hand to ensure that she wouldn’t get separated. So far it had worked out fine, straining her somewhat as the two bounced around in the bloodstream, but not enough to shake her grip. Nadia knew that getting even a combat-capable survivor to safety would be a tall order, but she burned with determination to get Emily out of here in one piece. Saving people was what heroes did, after all, and that was the path she had chosen.

Nadia’s inner monologue came to an abrupt end when her bloodstream suddenly altered its course. Though winding back and forth in serpentine fashion, it had borne her generally upward, but now it twisted and dumped her out sideways. “Bluh! Bah!” The feral found herself propelled into a pool of xylem, where she sputtered and splashed until she realized that she could simply stand up, the pool itself only waist-deep. Once she did, she crossed her arms and grinned at Emily as if she had everything under control. “Haha, bloody well told ya we’d make it!” When she looked around, though, her bravado gave way to confusion. As strange as the Qliphoth had been so far, the surprises just kept coming.



In front of her lay a hotel lobby in astonishingly good condition. It had all the furnishings one might expect, from lavish loveseats and end tables to potted plants and lush red carpets. Soft, warm light radiated from within exquisite patterned lampshades and elaborate wall sconces. The pool itself was done up like a luxury bath, semicircular, with steps leading in from all angles, sparkling brass handrails, and a handful of beach chairs arranged around it. Farther into the room it quickly got much darker, but Nadia could see ornate tables and chairs around a large circular mosaic of polished marble tiles. At the very least she could see a few places where cracked or peeling wallpaper revealed bits of reddish plant matter, which suggested that she was still inside the Qliphoth, after all. Things were weird in here, though–even weirder than a hotel lobby existing within the demon tree. There were large bubbles here and there, and a number of objects that floated weightlessly, making the whole place seem surreal.

Nadia climbed out of the pool, grabbed a couple floating towels, tossed one to Emily, then began to wipe down. She kept a sharp eye out for danger, but saw no immediate threats. When something broke the silence, it was the arrival of several other Seekers through the same bloodstream: Midna, Edelgard, and Captain Falcon. “Oh hey guys, what’s up? Looks like your struggles are no longer in vein!“ Toweling off helped her compose herself, but an uneasiness remained, and after tossing the bloodstained towel aside she crossed her arms. “This doesn’t feel right,” she whispered as she walked forward, her voice lowered. Midna, Edelgard, and Falcon might not recognize this sensation, but she did. “Like the underground prison. Like a dream. It doesn’t feel…real.”

“What is ‘real?’”

At the baritone voice, Nadia fixed her gaze on the darkness beyond the tables and chairs. After a moment, a lighter flared up, illuminating a man behind a bar. Bottles of all shapes and sizes, many filled with seemingly random objects, lined the shelves behind him, and above them the wall featured an odd abundance of clocks.

Emily looked surprised. “Another survivor?”

Nadia narrowed her eyes at the man, then walked toward the mysterious stranger. Maybe in his thirties, he was handsome, but a real mess, with a five o’clock shadow, unkempt brown hair, and garishly colored formal attire worn haphazardly, including hot pink slacks and tie. He looked tired, with bags under his orange eyes, and he reminded her of a stray dog. As she drew close, Nadia crossed her arms again and looked at him expectantly, as if daring the ordinary-looking man to transform into some monster and attack. “Who’re you supposed to be?”

“Me? Gallagher.” The man smiled.

When he didn’t elaborate, Nadia gestured to the room around here. “What’s this place?”

Gallagher looked amused. “A bar. What’ll you be having?”

Smiling wryly, Nadia put her hands on her hips. “You, if you try any funny business.” She raised an eyebrow at him. “How old are you, anyway?”

Gallagher’s face was deadpan. “I’m thirteen.”

Nadia blinked. “What?”

“Listen, you can’t stay here, it’s dangerous.” Emily beckoned to the man. Even if he was nuts, he deserved to live in her book. “We need to keep moving until we can get out.”

The feral looked at her incredulously. “We can’t trust this cat, he’s su-purr suspicious!”

“You trusted me, didn’t you?” Emily seemed confused.

“Sounds like you’ve got a lot on your mind. Or maybe…on your heels? Heheh.” Gallagher held his palm by his lighter’s flame, warming it. “Can’t say I blame you though, pretty lady. Get haunted once, and everything starts looking like a ghost.” He raised the lighter, peering at one newcomer at a time through the flame. “It’s all just fate, playing a cruel joke on us.”

He flipped the lighter closed.

The hairs on the back of Nadia’s neck stood on end.

She whipped around, and behind the Seekers floated a monstrosity of black feathers, golden claws, and psychedelic pink-purple eyes, its blade just inches from her throat. Nadia backflipped away and landed on the bar, glancing down only to see that Gallagher was no longer there. She returned her gaze to the shadow of death as it snarled, and sharpened her claws for battle.

The Qliphoth - Sinister Dominion

Lvl 7 Sandalphon (46/70)
Junior & Rika’s @DracoLunaris Roland’s @Archmage MC
Word Count: 792


Sandalphon waited in stoic silence as the xylem current propelled her higher and higher, alert for her next opportunity to emerge. She had lost sight of her predecessor Juri within moments of entering the bloodstream, but if her hypothesis about the Qliphoth’s setup mirroring Arahabaki’s held water, she would be reunited with other allies soon enough. There was no good reason why the two immeasurably different areas would work similarly, of course, but the World of Light was nothing if not full of odd coincidences. Ever watchful even amidst the bloodstream’s tumultuous crimson torrent, Sandalphon spotted a likely exit before long. She propped up her gunstaff against opposite vein walls to slow her ascent, then used her sharp heel to pierce through the tunica. As she rose higher her heel tore open a long slit, and when the xylem pouring through caused the pressure to drop, the archangel washed out along with it.

Despite her best efforts, Sandalphon plopped down onto the floor with the grace of a newborn farm animal, forcing her to try and salvage some dignity by slicking her hair back again as she rose from her blood-red puddle. Junior and Rika were here too, which made her happy to see. They’d arrived in another enclosed Qliphoth hollow, though unlike the one she came from, this one seemed much less organic in nature. It was darker, as if burnt, and cylindrical in shape, with sheer walls, and a ribbed floor whose pattern radiated outward from the middle. Instantly Sandalphon noticed the large golden staff planted at the centermost point, as well as the figure who lounged atop it, her tail coiled around the staff’s length, and the archangel went still as a statue.

Proportionally this being appeared to be a petite woman, but at her full height she’d stand much taller than a grown man. White scales and red cracks covered much of her pale skin, as well as the entirety of the enormous fan-like protrusions from her back, more like fins than wings. Small black spikes protruded from random points across her body, but those among the white hair on her head were dwarfed by the demon’s enormous, ruby-red horns, alike in color to her gleefully glinting eyes. She’d been wearing a bored expression as she sucked on a lollipop until Sandalphon arrived, at which point her eyes widened, and she plucked the candy from her mouth.

“Lilith.” Sandalphon stated, her tone cold.

”Omigosh. Sandy, is that you? No. Fucking. Way!” Though high-pitched, her voice did not sound childlike, and the delighted, shark-toothed grin that spread across her face held no love. ”Wow, you had me going for a sec. You’ve gotten so small! Well…” She boggled her eyes at Sandalphon’s chest. “In most respects, damn! Way to make a girl feel inadequate.” She pretended to pout, then put on a mocking smile. “Guess that pet of yours likes ‘em big, huh? You’ll really try anything to make humans like you!”

Sandalphon’s grip tightened on her staff, and her marble expression almost seemed to crack. Were any of her allies in front of her, they’d see that her pupils were now skulls. “I had always considered the possibility that I might meet one of you again. If you’ve been here all along, I should thank Illia that you haven’t been tormenting innocents.”

Lilith winked at her. “Weeeeell, don’t be so sure. Idle hands, and all that.” She licked her lollipop, then shrugged. ”Still, you’re right about us demons. No matter how many times you put us down, we always pop right back up.” Her eyes glittered as she narrowed them with a nasty smile. ”Shame you can’t say the same about the other archangels, huh?” When Sandalphon didn’t reply, the demon tittered and continued. ”Oh yeah, I heard all about it. Word is that the big boss wiped all the others out. Gone the way of the dinosaurs, just like your big sister. Poor Sandy, all alone…”

“If you know me so well, you should know that trying to provoke me is useless.” Sandalphon remained calm. “Nevertheless, I will kill you. By my authority as the leader of Illia’s Apostles, and as an angel, it falls to me to exact punishment for your sins. And I remember exactly how to do it.”

“Then you remember I’ve got your number, too.” Lilith sneered at the archangel and her allies. “Gotta wonder…do they know the strats? Awful lot of trust you’re putting in a couple little shits, Sandy.” She grinned, then crunched her lollipop between her teeth. As she extended her hand, the shadows danced around her. “Let’s see how you feel after failing them, too!”
Lewa


Though things looked dodge for a minute, the otherworlders managed to beat a hasty retreat in one piece after all. Anne's speed, Fran's strength, and Lewa's winds saw them to safety, with Remilia on hand to undo any damage that the humans had sustained if she felt so inclined. Once the terrific din died down and the tremors subsided, the group slowed to a walk as they retraced their steps through the underground path, the caverns growing narrower as they climbed higher and closer to the basement. It took a little longer for Lewa's heartlight to stop racing, and he almost regretted it when it did. He could not say what his team managed to achieve, if anything, nor what they even came here to do, but even if just for a little while, the excitement had taken his mind off his situation. The underground expedition reminded him of the old days before the Bohrok invasion, when every day had been an adventure through some wild, beautiful corner of Mata Nui. Being so deep beneath the earth, where the sun didn't shine and the wind didn't blow, reminded him just how much he missed his island home. For now, he would have to content himself with the sun and wind of Nieve.

Along with the others he trudged out of the caves, then up back through the shop. Lewa did not particularly regret leaving this mystery unsolved; he'd simply been along for the ride, maybe since the very start. His genial, heroic nature had been put through the wringer by his extenuating circumstances, so it was hard to get invested in any errand that stood in the way of his search. He felt like the minute he started caring too much about this world, he'd be relinquishing his hold on his own, and that was something the spirit air couldn't possibly do--not as long as he clung to a sliver of hope. Still, while the lack of resolution to this side-quest didn't really bother him, the toa looked rather glum as he emerged back into the open air. Not even the caress of the breeze against his body lifted his spirits. He looked around, his eyes dull, at all the humans blissfully and ignorantly going about their lives. No doubt the question on his tongue was one on everyone's mind. "So...now what?"
As the week of two-person challenges comes to an end, we've got a week (minimum) of four-person challenges on the horizon. Here are the new selections:











Cautious, perceptive, and borderline paranoid by nature, Khalid had a knack for detecting problems. Such skills were vital for survival in supernatural fields of study like his, and with so many monsters nearby today, the investigator was on high alert. From the moment he first set foot in the cafeteria, he’d gotten the sense that something was off about the place, but like any good scientist he couldn’t jump to conclusions right off the bat. Maybe things were just bound to be different in a busier, livelier cafeteria like this one, or maybe his reservations were playing tricks on him. Nevertheless, he kept a sharp eye out, and after finding somewhere to sit and partake of his dinner in relative peace, he could gradually come to the conclusion that something really was wrong in here.

Luckily, it seemed to have nothing to do with him. A disproportionate number of the monsters in his vicinity seemed annoyed or dissatisfied. Nobody appeared to be angry enough to make a scene or anything, but the put-upon communal air could hardly be denied. The incredulous looks that various monsters offered to their friends, and the reluctance with which they dug into their fare, suggested that they’d been forced to settle for food that hadn’t been their first choice. Add to that the urgent activities of the restaurant staff, and Khalid could only conclude that something must be amiss in the kitchen. What that might be he couldn’t guess at, but it didn’t concern him unduly. Though certainly more scrupulous than his amorphous companion, Khalid wasn’t picky, and the cooks had done an admirable job of supplying the evening diners in spite of their technical troubles. So Khalid munched away in content and contemplative silence, idly curious about whatever might be going on behind the scenes, but much more concerned with anyone who might work up the courage to pay the alleged Shoggoth a visit.

And for once, fortune smiled upon him. Khalid noticed the tall, wiry woman on a collision course with his table well before she reached the social boundary. Never an optimist, though, he forced down his premature excitement. Khalid tried not to notice her, lest he appear overeager or quick to assume, until Iris stopped right in front of him and made her intentions unmistakable. When she spoke, offering a simple ‘so’ in lieu of an actual greeting, he sat at rapt attention with his eyebrows raised. It took several seconds -just long enough to make his brows crunch together in a questioning manner- for her to get her thoughts in order. It did occur that she might be bothered by the admittedly rather offensive smell given off by Horace, which he could never quite get used to himself. He wondered if she’d be brave enough to bring it up–if the monsters here were too polite to say that someone smelled bad, they really had been tamed.

When Iris finally said something, she let loose a barrage of questions that took Khalid somewhat by surprise. They suggested a somewhat skeptical nature, but a complete lack of any actual prior knowledge about therapy itself beyond vague preconceived notions. That was good, since it gave him more free reign. An informed skeptic with something to prove (or disprove) was the last thing he needed. Only her last, more pointed question gave him pause, though luckily the woman’s mind seemed to wander after she asked, almost to the point of disassociation in fact. If she meant to catch Khalid in a lie, however, she would be disappointed. Naturally, he’d already considered this angle, and workshopped that he believed to be a satisfactory -and satisfactorily honest- answer.

Khalid tented his fingers and offered a polite smile. “Allow me to assuage your concerns. I am not a licensed professional…yet. I am, however, a graduate student with years of painstaking study under my belt. Neuroscience, atypical psychology, behavioral study…you get the drift, I’m sure. I am in the process of accruing clinical hours for the sake of licensure. It’s one of those ‘intern with six years of experience’ things. This is why my services are free of charge, you see. Professional therapy can be miserably expensive. So while there are certain things I cannot do, I have very strict rules to follow, and every incentive to provide as much genuine help as I possibly can.”

“As for how ‘therapy works’, well…” Khalid clasped his hands and shrugged with a gentle, pleasant expression on his face. “We would just chat. You could tell me about yourself, your story, what’s on your mind, any problems or struggles you might be experiencing…whatever you’re comfortable sharing. While I might prompt you here or there, you’d never have to say anything or answer any questions you don’t want to. My goal is to give you an outlet for your worries and fears, a safe space where you can be heard, free of bias and pretense, and to treat every monster -regardless of species- with the compassion and humanity they deserve. And of course, our sessions would be strictly private.” Khalid tilted his head slightly, his eyes inquisitive. “Well? No charge, no commitment, just two people engaged in as much -or as little- honest conversation as you wish. Can we help one another?"
Tell me when I'm free to post.


You're good to go once the opening post we've been working on in DMs is finished.
A week from now, all the PCs in the Qliphoth will begin some challenges, but which one your character ends up in is up to you, so take your pick. Feel free to choose one your character would be good at, or not! Limit is two characters per challenge, so first come is first served. Since there are 24 characters and only 10 challenges, if anyone needs to sit out this week their character can get stuck in the tubes, but if not I can make two more challenges.


Dead Zone - the Qliphoth

Lvl 14 Ms Fortune (112/140) Lvl 9 Goldlewis (65/90) Lvl 7 Sandalphon (40/70) Lvl 3 Grimm (23/30)
Midna, Junior, Rika & Edward’s @DracoLunaris Blazermate, Sectonia & Roland’s @Archmage MC Geralt, Zenkichi & Edelgard’s @MULTI_MEDIA_MAN Ace Cadet, Pit, Primrose & Therion’s @Yankee Juri’s @Zoey Boey Roxas, Ganondorf, & Captain Falcon’s @Double Venom Snake’s @DisturbedSpec the Witch’s @Drifting Pollen
Word Count: 3689 (+4)


From the moment Nadia first stepped into the Qliphoth, the catgirl had been ready to fight. Everything about this alien place puzzled her senses and sensibilities, creating a profound sense of unease. This place just felt wrong. Somewhere between ‘innards’ and ‘interior’, its various structures seemed organic enough to remind her of the vile Womb she and the others braved deep within the literal bowels of the Under. That in turn threatened to provoke the phagophobia instilled in her by her horrific night in the Maw, but luckily Nadia’s new surroundings struck her as too bizarre to cause any reaction beyond goosebumps. In its pristine state the strange patterns of the Qliphoth’s insides might have intrigued someone like Sectonia by virtue of the unique aesthetic and abundant radial symmetry, like a towering coral reef from another world. But the incursion of not one but several extraterrestrial plagues, visible in the form of enormous, tumorous outcrops and grotesquely fleshy growths filled wasp and feral alike with visceral disgust. The end result was a hellish hybrid of plant and animal, overrun with wretched parasites, with one of the seven remaining Guardians hidden somewhere inside.

Before the Seekers could hunt down their target, however, they would need to contend with the horde. Within moments of the heroes’ arrival, the local vermin sounded the alarm. As the awful outburst of howls and shrieks resounded through the Qliphoth’s cambium, more and more twisted voices joined the spine-chilling chorus, heeding the frontrunners’ summons. Nadia flattened her ears at the horrible din, but stood her ground alongside her teammates, even as the tear in the demon tree’s outer wall began to pull itself together behind them. Once it sewed itself together with fleshy tendrils like a surgeon’s sutures, there was no going back–only breaking through. “There’s a clawful lot of ‘em,” Nadia punned with a toothy smile, sharpening her claws. “Let’s give ‘em a zom-beatdown!”

Grimm’s scarlet eyes narrowed as he observed the incoming mob. “Witless slaves,” he remarked, his tone scathing. “I’ve seen their like before. Hollow vessels of infection…their kind are all of a piece.”

“We must avoid infection at all costs. I will cleanse the team with Angelic Wings regularly,” Sandalphon announced.

“They don’t look like much, but let’s not get cocky, y’all!” Goldlewis cautioned the team as he dropped his coffin. When the lid slid open, the UMA lifted a Skyfish minigun into his waiting hands. He lifted the mass of heavy metal into firing position with a no-nonsense look on his face. “Don’t run off and get yourself surrounded!” The next moment his words gave way to the uproarious report of his minigun as bullets ripped into the first wave of undead monsters.

With their backs against the wall and mobs trickling in from three out of the four sides, Seekers quickly and naturally formed a defensive line, centered around Sectonia. Her auto-targeted volleys of necrotic skulls and dark lightning could seek out and destroy anything that got too close, so long as her teammates thinned the numbers beforehand. The gunslingers and other mages entrenched themselves around her position to cover as many angles as possible. Edward’s three maglock cannons served as the backbone of the team’s artillery, their thunder as dependably regular as the beat of a wardrum, obliterating a whole gang of floodfested monsters every 1.67 seconds. Further forward stood the mobile perimeter of melee fighters, weapons at the ready to reap the undead legions like wheat at a harvest.

Having selected her gunstaff for its higher rate of fire, Sandalphon haunted the center of the Seekers’ formation. Through scanning the area she quickly detected a length of entangled nerve fibers, redundant organs, and thin sensory membranes stretched overhead, and once the archangel vaulted on top of that ganglion she could easily oversee the whole battlefield while still being in range for her skills. Blazermate might excel at sustaining one fighter at a time, after all, and others harbored their own methods of healing, but none could beat the party-wide recovery that Sandalphon offered. Fortunately the Seekers came out of the gate swinging, and since they seemed to be in control, Sandalphon could focus on offense. She took aim at larger targets yet to reach the front lines and opened fire, placing shot after well-aimed shot. When drawn to an infested charger, she noted the disfigured head of the plague’s humanoid host dangling beneath the front of the quadruped’s frame, but when she blasted it off with a bolt of ether the rest of the freakish thing didn’t even slow down. The sharpshooter curled her lip slightly and aimed next for center mass, which obliterated the charger in a burst of technocyte biotics. Lesson learned. Another one down, who knows how many more to go.

While Goldlewis knew he could throw down in the melee alongside Edelgard and Juri, he knew that this fight was just an appetizer and that the team had one hell of a main course ahead of them. He judged it better to not waste his energy on the small fry, or risk the natural ebb and flow of battle leaving him suddenly stranded in a sea of monsters. Instead he hung back at the midrange, his firepower strong but limited thanks to the rate at which the UMA’s Security Level replenished. Forced to be choosy, Goldlewis spent his resource on larger targets, mowing them down with a burst of gunfire from his Skyfish or an explosive Thunderbird drone. In this way he played much the same role as Rika; if any floodfested managed to get through the front lines, they’d have to get through one heavy metal gunner or another before reaching the team’s squishy core. He especially relished the sight of swollen, shambling carrier forms and diseased broodmothers which his bullets could pop like zits, prematurely releasing their stores of scuttling infection forms and purple-red maggots that could be mopped up by Sectonia’s magic or Junior’s paint. Still, he couldn’t get too excited. Every time Goldlewis spotted the distended, glassy-eyed head of a human or animal lolling above protruding crimson feelers, the chill down his spine reminded him why he was here.

Full of adrenaline after her brush with death, Nadia fought at the forefront beside the likes of Geralt and Roland on the front lines. As much as she would’ve liked to keep these pestilential peons at arm’s length, she was a hand-to-hand fighter through and through, so there was nothing for it but to trust in Sandalphon’s cleansing. While she couldn’t swing around a giant sword like Zenkichi to take out half a dozen floodfested at once, she could run circles around any that came her way. With fangs and claws bared, she took the fight to the first runner with a leaping overhead slash, then released a pressurized blood dropkick that blasted it away and herself backward. The bloody burst momentarily staggered a gang of combat forms, but a charge broke through and pounced as Nadia fell. She performed a handspring off the ground to avoid it, then launched her left forearm in midair to snatch the charger like a grappling hook. The next second she landed on the wretch with a Mantread-empowered stomp.

Without missing a bit, a combat form barreled forward to deliver a clothesline with its mutated arm, but Nadia popped off her head to duck underneath it. She whirled around and grabbed the freak by the arm as her head fell back into place, severed the limb with a vertical chop, then swung it with both hands like a baseball bat to send her attacker packing. That stunt earned her a wallop from the next combat form in line, but Nadia drew an Athame as she stumbled backward, then nailed the miscreant with a short-ranged dagger throw that lowered its defense. From there an El Gato axe kick cleaved it apart, and as its halves fell Nadia landed only to see a torso leap at her. She grabbed the crawler out of the air, her claws sunk into its head, stomped a nauseous crawler beneath her boot before it could spray, and then kicked the first into an incoming combat form. A many-legged carnis reared its ugly head too close for comfort, but as she blocked its snapping pincers her tail curled around the handle of her Athame, then hurled it into the beast’s torso. Nadia stepped forward, seized the dagger, and yanked it upward, causing the carnis to reel back just in time for the angry combat form to deck Nadia with a wild swing.

The feral fell back, laid out flat on her beck. In an instant the floodfested swarmed around her, but Nadia was nothing if not a quick thinker. She launched a Fiber Upper from her prone position to kick straight through the loathsome head of the carnis, then snap up to her hyper-extended legs and escape the mob. Turning upside-down as she fell, she pierced the ground with her hardened ear and rotated her body in a lethal Wheel of Fortune. As she picked up speed, her legs extended farther, creating a whirling zone of death. Her technique carved up floodfested for a whole three seconds before her legs hit the solid body of a hulking tank form.

“Uh oh.” The brute grabbed her by the legs, whipped her around, and slammed her down. She lay there, momentarily stunned, and the mob pushed forward with the tank at its head, only for three firebats to explode against its body in sequence. Nadia turned her head to see Grimm as the Troupe Master lifted up his cloak, then extended its ends into the ground. The next moment, spikes shot up beneath the floodfested, spearing the grunts and staggering the tank. “You make some good points!” With a grin she got to her feet, hurled her knife into the monster to cut down its defense, then revved up her arm. “You know the drill!” On a rocket of blood she shot the limb into the tank, which dug into its rotten flesh with gusto. As it did Grimm teleported into the air above and behind her target, then dove down with a corkscrew kick the other direction. After a messy second or two, both arm and Grimm burst through, and the tank slumped down while Grimm slid to a stop by Nadia. “Sick!” the feral smiled, lifting up her stump for a high five. When her ally stared at her quizzically, she launched muscle fibers from the end instead to retrieve her arm. More floodfested were already on the way, so bug and beast sharpened their claws together. “Alright, red eyes,” Nadia grinned, dousing the floor with Free Lemonade to rack up damage on all foes who got close. “Let’s slice ‘em up insections!”

For a time, the Seekers dominated the fight with relative ease, despite the number and variety of enemies. They wouldn’t have to worry about friendly fire as much if they’d set up on a hill, so the long-rangers could shoot over the heads of the melee attackers, but they racked up many kills nonetheless. As the seconds turned into minutes, though, purer Flood and older Infested started showing up, many with nasty surprises like transformation or debilitative auras, and the fodder appeared in much greater numbers. To Goldlewis, it didn’t seem like it’d be long before the floodfested were jostling for space, a shoulder-to-shoulder mosh pit crowded around his merry band. The turning point, however, came with the arrival of a large Abomination that remained at a distance. With flashes of its lambent yellow sacs and waves of its whiplike arms the specialist seemed to take control of the floodfested horde, turning their mindless onrush into a coordinated assault that intelligently targeted specific individuals. Packs began to circle around to flank the Seekers, while in the distance strange tissue masses the size of hot air balloons slowly drifted toward the Seekers’ position. At that, Goldlewis gritted his teeth. It would be bad enough if those things fell on them, but it was whatever they had inside their fleshy mouths that really worried him. “Hey, Sandalphon?” he called. “This ain’t gonna work for much longer. Tell me we got a way outta this doggone mess!”

“I believe so.” The archangel’s voice emanated from the sigils of everyone in her ‘circle’. “It’s taken me some time to map out what I can of the area, but on the basis that the Qliphoth is roughly analogous to an ordinary tree, I have identified a number of veins that appear to pump xylem up from the roots to the Qliphoth’s upper reaches.” Changing her aim, Sandalphon took a shot at one such vein on the periphery of the battlefield. Her ether bolt did enough damage to rupture the tunica layers and send xylem -which looked rather like blood- spilling out. “These veins are susceptible to forced entry. I recommend using the upward flow to quickly escape this battle and ascend the demon tree.”

Pulling his claws from the stinking corpse of a tar-mutalist moa, Grimm glanced at the nearest bloodstream. It snaked upward along the Qliphoth’s inner wall, sometimes dangling in the open air, until it disappeared into the ceiling. Where it ended was anyone’s guess, but it couldn’t be much worse than here. He turned to Nadia as she hurled a Boiler into a mob to explode amongst them, and the two shared a nod. They sprinted away from the horde toward a bloodstream atop a high ledge, where their agility would give them the edge against their pursuers–those that couldn’t fly, at least. After climbing and leaping most of the way with toxic Ospreys hot in their heels, they slashed open the giant vein, and Grimm dove inside. “Ugh!” Nadia groaned. “If this ruins my clothes, I’ll be seein’ red!” As poisonous payloads rained down around her, the feral climbed in.

Meanwhile, one of the floating Genetrix finally opened wide, discharging a swarm of floodfested to rain down on the Seekers’ formation. “I goddamn knew it!” Goldlewis swore as he turned tail and barreled toward a bloodstream by the entrance. Sandalphon quickly stood up as well. She’d been nigh untouchable atop her ganglion, with only the spines of ranged forms to worry about, but with enemies literally pouring down it was time to go. As the first few floodfested shredded themselves on the razor wire she’d set up around her vantage point, she floated down after Goldlewis with Heavensent. She fired down at the swarm in the air, using the recoil to speed up her flight. With the floodfested only a couple hundred feet behind them, the two reached the vein together, but since neither could deal slash damage, they had to improvise. Sandalphon froze the surface of the vein with Frost Lock, allowing Goldlewis to punch through with a shotgauntlet. Without a moment’s hesitation for the sake of her formal wear Sandalphon immersed herself, and Goldlewis squeezed in after not a moment too soon, and the tunica healed itself just in time to block the claws and fangs behind him. For a terrifying moment it felt like the big man might clog the Qliphoth’s artery, but the next second the pressure pushed him through, and the veteran soared skyward.

Borne by the bloodstreams like reverse waterslides, the team sped upward through the demon tree. The damage done to the bloodstreams weakened their flow, however, and it wasn’t long before the pressure diminished enough that the veins burst and the heroes popped out. Soaked in crimson xylem and desperate for a breath of fresh air, the Seekers found themselves either in cavelike hollows or atop large platforms suspended over open space, just large enough to serve as makeshift arenas. In addition to other veins leading even higher into the tree, these arenas tended to contain debris from the wreckage of Redgraccoon City, absorbed into the Qliphoth along with its populace, as well as floodfestation tumors. The Seekers would also find that the demon tree’s branching circulatory system had separated them in transit, meaning the allies that they’d ended up with might not be those who they fled alongside.

Sandalphon remained deadpan as blood dripped from her face and hair, then rose gingerly from the ground. She appeared to be in a Qliphoth hollow with a relatively low roof, cluttered with outcrops of the alien material either as stalactites and stalagmites, or joined in columns. Strangest of all was the abundance of mirrors, scattered and arranged throughout as if this section of the Qliphoth had consumed a carnival’s house of mirrors. “Hm.” It was quiet here, and other than a few boils she couldn’t see any sign of the floodfestation. She approached one of the mirrors, trying to salvage her hair, until a noise from behind her suggested that someone else had arrived. The shape that flopped out of the broken vein didn’t belong to Goldlewis, though. Evidently the team’s method of transit had separated and rejoined them at random, which reminded Sandalphon a lot of Arahabaki. “Hm.”

After confirming that her ally was alright, Sandalphon glanced back at the mirror. Her reflection had been replaced by a nightmarish monstrosity, an amalgamation of corpses tied together with barbed wire, cloaked in raven-black hair, and adorned with a giant buzz saw. Sandalphon’s brows rose as her pupils became dots. “Hm!” The horror’s many faces crowed hideously as it raised its saw. Sandalphon leaped backward, using Heavensent to gain ground, and threw a Frost Lock at the thing in the mirror. The icy cluster reflected off the surface and back at Sandalphon, freezing her solid as the Guardian smashed through the mirror. Laughing with many voices, the Guardian approached with its buzzsaw to finish Sandalphon off.

When Grimm slumped out of a bloodstream, even more scarlet than usual, he blinked his baleful eyes open to see a large, dark chamber half overgrown with floodfestation. Swollen pustules and weeping sores blinked down at him like abominable eyes, but Grimm’s own lingered on what lay in front of him. At least a hundred infected humans could be seen milling about the hollow aimlessly, but when the Troupe Master’s intruded, they took notice. And as they gave voice to their ire with a cacophony of grunts and groans, three disfigured, batlike horrors dropped down from the roof to hide among the crowd and perform their dirty deeds.

Blood was nothing new to Nadia, but usually she ended up covered in her own, not the demonic ichor of some godforsaken tree. Eventually the pressure pushing her upward through the Qliphoth’s veins subsided to the point where the catgirl was essentially stuck in place, but as luck would have it she could see flickering light through the somewhat translucent tunica. She slid the claw of her index finger through the meat and promptly fell through. She plopped down on solid ground in a shower of viscous xylem, coughing and sputtering. When she registered the heat on her face, however, she opened her eyes to see that she’d arrived in a hollow that appeared to be on fire. Its walls, covered in gnarled, twisted protrusions that might have been branches or bone, burned with furious vigor.

Nadia also noticed a huge creature in the center of the area, between her and a healthy bloodstream on the hollow’s opposite side, one clad in a dark leather suit and a cat-eared gas mask. Though human in shape, she splayed herself out on all fours like a beast, with veins, eyes, tails, and claws that blazed like molten lava. Nadia grinned at her. “Wow, never thought I’d run into a fellow feral here,” she drawled, her hands on her hips. “You cause this little in-fur-no? Y’know, our team could use a little firepower. Whaddya say we hightail it together?” Instead the Successor of the Claw rose with a menacing snarl and the hiss of flame. Nadia assumed her fighting stance, bouncing back and forth. “Fine then. I don’t mind a little fire in my kit!”

Meanwhile, Goldlewis wound up in a completely different style of hollow. Once his bloodstream couldn’t push him up any farther, he fought to tear his way out. It took some doing, but after a few moments he flopped down onto the floor, where he laid for a few seconds on his back, chest heaving. He scarcely registered the bloodstream spitting his coffin out behind him, but as he took stock of his situation it slowly sank in just how weird this was. He seemed to be in a basement, with two halls leading out of the small room he’d emerged into. Crumbled sections of wall revealed alien flora poking through, so he reasoned that this whole building must’ve been swallowed up by the Qliphoth at some point. However, he could not explain the safe that lay on the ground beside him, wrapped in barbed wire. As Goldlewis composed himself and got off the ground, another safe down the hall did as well, until the veteran stood opposite a huge, blood-spattered killer as tall as he was, a barbed sack in one hand and a mallet in the other. The Keeper beat his hammer against the safe on his head and strode forward, foregoing the typical song and dance. Goldlewis thought it only right to hoist his coffin and do the same.
Classes let out late, as usual, but that wasn’t the reason for the knot in Khalid’s stomach as he made his way through the city back to his place of residence. Many people dreaded school, university in particular, as well as the accompanying studies, but not him. Everyone wanted -if not needed- something to occupy their day to day existence, particularly when not engaged in the routine of actual occupation. For many that took the form of entertainment, something sufficiently diverting to ease the tedium of existence, but for Khalid learning was fun. His occult and cryptozoological research engaged him deeply, allowing him to lose himself in the works of history’s unsung scholars. Hours could fly by in the blink of an eye as he filled his mind with arcane knowledge, high on the quivers of distant, muted horror that so often accompanied peeks into the untold beyond. That was the meaning of erudition: to covet secrets known to very few, even if they be so horrible that one could scarcely sleep at night, and keep alive the truths shunned by the ignorant masses since the days when the world was new. Truly, Khalid could never thank Dr. Muñoz enough for the privilege of access to this hidden world once more, especially after the gruesome death of his grandfather all those years ago (and the diaspora of the Alhazred clan that followed) seemed to close that door for good.

Khalid’s erudition was, however, part of the problem, as much as it pained him to admit it. The fact of the matter was that, no matter how much he longed for something more, he lived his life in a mundane, material world. He’d honed a very particular set of skills, and there were simply not that many career opportunities for someone in his chosen field. He’d needed to get very creative to find a way to make money off his efforts, but as his work with the Crow demonstrated, creativity and financial success didn’t always go hand in hand. Khalid could make it if he became a best-selling author, a famous horror flick writer, or a renowned video game creature designer, but that kind of success demanded everything he lacked: money, connections, time, and luck. Talent as well, if he was being realistic. Of course, that was all immaterial to what he really wanted: to fully immerse himself in that hidden world. With his skills he knew he could be a hunter, but the uncannily consistent deaths of his predecessors made Khalid leery of such dangerous work. Instead he’d prefer to enlist as some secret society’s field agent, venturing forth on expeditions into the world’s untouched recesses to verify for himself the allegations of the Pnakotic Manuscripts, the Eltdown Shards, and the Confessions of Clithanus.

Without a job in the meantime, though, he’d starve to death well before such dreams could become reality. All day he’d kept his phone within arm’s reach, waiting for a call, a text, or even an email from an unknown sender interested in Al-Azif Shoggoth Therapy. Unfortunately, his phone had remained disquietingly silent. Not one alert had cropped up since that morning. Part of him reasoned that it was simply too soon and not enough Umbra Rose residents had received the news just yet, but part of him fretted that the whole endeavor had been a waste of time from the very beginning. After all, even if he somehow attracted a monstrous client, who knew if he could play the part of a fledgeling therapist well enough to keep them coming back for more? Or if the results of such sessions would even be usable? Maybe it would be better to fail at step one, rather than get all the way to the home stretch before falling short. Admit failure, and try something else. Too much longer on this therapy angle and he’d be vulnerable to the sunk-cost fallacy, after all.

As he turned the corner toward the Condos, Khalid sighed. Al-Azif was the original name of the Necronomicon, authored by Khalid’s very own ancestor all those years ago. Meaning ‘the truth’, it represented not just the true nature of the world, but the core concept of therapy itself, which was ironic given Shoggoth Therapy’s true purpose, and indeed, Khalid’s presence in the condos at all. But he was genuinely interested in the stories of the monsters who lived there, and given the chance he would much rather have them talk through their problems than bottle them up inside. Just from what he’d observed so far, many monsters there were more like people than horrors, and all people deserved a chance at happiness.

That thought made Khalid snicker as he paused at the threshold. Happiness…was that really what awaited him at the end of this journey? It had been a stranger to him on the road he’d traveled so far. Well, no matter. One could hardly relate to another’s suffering if one hadn’t suffered oneself. What is art, after all, but a protest against the horrible inclemency of life? If Khalid did a good job as a therapist, the stories of his monstrous clients would surely be worthwhile. He could only hold onto his mantra: ‘the truth is stranger than fiction’. Even if he’d tangled himself in one hell of a web of lies, his convictions were the crucial grain of truth. Khalid took a deep breath, steeled himself, and pushed forward through the magical wards into Umbra Rose Condos.

Once inside, Khalid let out his breath, and released his grip on his talisman. “Never gets easier,” he muttered. For the second time that day he found himself in the complex’s front lobby, though at this hour it was not the gorgon on duty, but the minotaur Dimitrios. Khalid gave him a stiff nod, on the off chance that the big guy glanced his way. From there he made a beeline through the complex toward his room. After dropping off his things, harvesting some ingredients to mix up some fresh serum, and dosing Horace, he could grab a much-needed meal. He almost always showed up to the cafeteria starving, since given his very tight budget, Khalid typically skipped lunch to make the most out of his free breakfast and dinner. He usually ate in uneventful isolation in Building 3, since the few residents there brave or sedated enough to show their faces in public never spoke up or asked questions, but today Khalid reconsidered his routine. It might help his image and overall discoverability if he patronized the restaurant in Building 1 instead. As much as his introverted side loathed that idea, Khalid could swallow his misgivings and make an effort for the sake of his gambit’s success. It was time to put himself out there.

Half an hour after his return to the complex, the seldom-seen eruditionist strode into Cafeteria 1. It had been open for a while now, so hopefully there would not be a line. Once he received two meals, one for himself and one for Horace, Khalid would find an empty table or booth if one remained, and from there he could wait and see if anyone came to him. It went without saying that nobody would invite him over, after all. The real problem would be if no tables were empty, and eating here meant inviting himself to one taken by someone else. At that point, logic dictated would simply have to call it quits and scuttle back to Building 3 with his tail between his legs.
Lewa


Although the situation looked dodgy at the beginning, Lewa knew he could count upon his new allies. Their sheer power quickly turned the tables on those who'd ambushed them. More worrisome was the elusive threat that had crept up from the shadows behind them, unbeknownst to Lewa. Thanks to an unexpected alert from the young fae, though, Anne managed to foil what might have otherwise been an assassination and fend off the other half of the underground pincer maneuver. Once the situation stabilized, with Lewa's summoned winds helping to defend the otherworlders' position and give them some space against their foes, the team's heavy hitters could start going to town.

Unfortunately, the berserker Fran quickly went overboard. Her terrifying, bestial strength proved not just enough to put down the stubborn minotaurs for good, but also to crack and crumble the cavern walls. As the rock's structural integrity plummeted hit by withering hit, the whole area began to shake. The immeasurable weight of earth and stone bore down on the hollow from above, giving forth guttural noises like the creaks of a settling house, but far deeper, louder, and more alarming. Bursts of silicate powder streamed down from the ceiling, soon followed by gravel, pebbles, and fragments of increasingly greater size. Being farther removed from the frontlines of the fight than the others, Lewa balked as he noticed the destruction. Fran had definitively dealt with one problem, but in so doing she'd replaced it with a much bigger one. The cavern was about to collapse.

A choice lay before him: fall back, push further in, or be crushed where he stood. The toa made that choice in an instant--being trapped in this bizarre world was intolerable enough, so he wasn't about to be trapped in some cramped, dingy cave underground. Tunnels were Onua's domain, not his! As for whatever mystery lay at the bottom of this pitch-black underworld, he could care less. Of course, there could very well be an alternative exit farther along, but nothing was certain, except that Lewa needed to be free.

"Everyone!" He shouted, his fear audible in his voice. "Back out the way we came. Hurry!" This time, Lewa couldn't afford to wait to make sure that everyone stood united. He was not the leader here; the others could heed him if they wished or delve deeper into this deathtrap if they so desired. The spirit of air had made his choice clear, so he considered his duty done.

He turned back toward the meandering passage to the shop and broke into a run, his axe held aloft and whirled around to create a spiral wind overhead. That wall of air would shield him -and anyone who fled alongside him- from smaller debris, but it would prove ineffective against bigger, heavier stones. If Anne did not take the initiative to put her incredible speed to use one way or another, Lewa's path would take him right past her, giving her and her young companion the perfect opportunity to join the toa's hasty retreat.
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